When he returned home, night had already fallen.
He instructed Uncle Li to arrange a side room in the side courtyard for Yue Honghai, then dismissed him to cultivate on his own.
Then Lu Zheng stood in the courtyard, somewhat lost in thought.
To be honest, Lu Zheng had taken Yue Honghai in only on a whim after seeing He Dingshan decide to follow Zhu Yushan.
After all, Zhu Yushan had an expert as his attendant—how could he not have one? He had happened to be unsure how to deal with Yue Honghai, so he placed a restriction on him and took him in first.
Though Yue Honghai was usually of no use, if a real battle broke out, he would be a high-end fighting force. And when facing ordinary small fry, Lu Zheng would not need to act personally.
As for whether placing a restriction on Yue Honghai would cause him to harbor resentment, Lu Zheng did not care much.
It was equivalent to a pledge of allegiance, a foundation for mutual trust. Coupled with the cultivation method, wine, food, and drink that came afterward, Lu Zheng had already made his stance clear, and Yue Honghai had accepted it.
Thus, so long as Yue Honghai did not betray him in the future, that restriction would carry more symbolic meaning than practical significance.
More importantly, situations like theirs were not rare in the world. Otherwise, what did he think all those endlessly emerging soul restrictions in the various sects and schools were for? As Lu Zheng was spacing out, a white figure flashed over the rear courtyard wall.
"Lu Lang?"
Liu Qingyan flew over, drifting lightly down beside Lu Zheng.
"You're back from Jizhou?"
She did not yet know that Lu Zheng had gone straight to Yizhou Prefecture after returning;